Snow is fun, in small doses. A day or two, here and there. Enough to play in and then watch go away. Not more each day. That's just not right.
And what of this thundersnow? Can that be a real word? I heard it on the news and read it in the online paper. Well, and I saw the flash and heard the rumbling. Luckily the snow hurricane didn't quite hit as badly as they predicted and certainly not around here.
This whole thing started with the schools here were closed a whole day (Wednesday) just on the rumour of snow that never came. I raced through a bunch of errands hoping to beat it (boy I'm glad I did as said errands included collecting both cat and human food) and no snow came that day at all.
It did come the next two days, slick stuff, enough to keep me home two days from work. Last night we got about four inches, and it's snowing as I type this. It's beyond beautiful, of course. And I'm not a person who minds--no, actually I really enjoy--being housebound. The only time I've left the house in the last four days was when our neighbours took us out grocery shopping in their four-wheel drive. Jim has been out shoveling and dusting off the cars (why? it's not like we're going to be taking them out anywhere), while I've been baking, doing holiday cards, cleaning the house...
The house I am bound in. Don't you love the haws so red on our hawthorn tree? This photo is from the first day of the snow--we have about three times that amount right now, and it's still snowing. This can't be Seattle. We have somehow slipped back to Montana. (Photo courtesy of our across-the-street neighbours.)
Though I'm cleaning the house just for us. Our writing retreat yesterday was cancelled due to the slick streets and my parents cancelled their trip down here for Christmas. They were going to come in tomorrow, but no. It's stressful enough Dad to drive here (he hates the freeways here, with good reason) but the snow definitely put the kibosh on their trip. Maybe they'll come down in January. We'll see.
In the meantime, this will be Jim's and my second Christmas ever alone. We've always had my parents or friends and both.
The only good thing is that the snow makes it awfully bright for the dark of the year. Light and bright even at night.
Happy solstice, all.
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